Chapter 5297 Purple Thunder Sword
This man was dressed in black and had an extremely pale face. He looked like an evil ghost from the underworld.
"Oh, thank you for your hard work, Xuanming."
Seeing this, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor chuckled and nodded at the man in black.
Xuanming nodded when he heard the voice, and then a flash of blood appeared in his hand, which swallowed up the sword light from Jianxin.
“Xuan Ming?!”
Kenshin frowned and tightly gripped the sword in his hand.
He had heard of this man's name. He was the deputy leader of the Blood Robe Sect recruited by the Blood Robe Ancestor. In the Blood Robe Sect, he was second only to the first person and above everyone else.
It is rumored that Xuan Ming was originally from a small evil sect, but later displayed an amazing talent for blood, which attracted the Blood-Clothed Ancestor to recruit him personally.
As a token of his allegiance to the Blood Robe Sect, the Blood Robe Patriarch ordered him to slaughter all the members of his original sect.
This kind of evil behavior will be condemned by everyone even if it is done in the evil way.
However, the Blood-Clothed Ancestor was so notorious that no one in the evil world dared to hold him accountable.
The last time Xuan Ming took action was also under the instructions of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor, and he destroyed a medium-sized evil sect.
The leader of that sect was quite powerful, but his entire clan was wiped out by Xuan Ming overnight.
This is enough to show how unfathomable Xuan Ming's strength is.
Facing such a strong enemy, Kenshin should not have been careless, but his senior brother was about to be in danger, so Kenshin could not care too much.
Gritting his teeth and gripping the magic sword tightly, Jianxin bit his fingertips and his blood dripped onto the magic sword.
In an instant, a terrifying power gathered on the magic sword.
The layers of dark clouds above the nine heavens were attracted and gathered together, and the next moment a purple thunderbolt exploded.
Kenshin seized the opportunity and raised his magic sword to receive the thunder that fell from the sky.
Instantly, purple lightning covered the magic sword, and a terrifying aura of destruction suddenly swept across the entire scene.
Noticing the unusual movement on Jianxin's side, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor and Jianchen turned around at the same time.
Looking at the purple thunder wrapped around the magic sword in Jianxin's hand, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor and Jianchen had different expressions.
"Purple Thunder Sword?!"
The Blood-Clothed Ancestor's pupils shrank, and he looked at the magic sword wrapped in purple thunder with lingering fear.
He would never forget this kind of power in his life. His master was killed by this sword.
However, the person who used the sword at that time was Jian Chen, who was being controlled by him.
The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor didn't expect that Jianchen was not the only one in Tianjian Mountain who could use this trick.
At this time, Jian Chen looked at his junior brother in horror, clenched his fist and shouted, "Jian Xin, don't act rashly!"
"The Purple Thunder Sword is not a magical power that you can control, quickly disperse it!"
"Brother, it doesn't matter if I die here alone, but you must take the other disciples away!"
Jianchen couldn't care about too much. At this moment, he just hoped that Jianxin could protect himself.
As for Jian Chen's own safety, he no longer cared about it when he raised his sword to face the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.
The reason why Jian Chen said this was because he knew that although his junior brother could summon the Purple Thunder Sword, he had never been able to use the sword once.
In the past, he had helped to suppress it, but now if his junior fellow apprentice uses the magic sword, he would definitely suffer backlash.
If one wants to use the Purple Thunder Sword with ease, one must maintain a pure sword heart.
His junior brother had too many complicated and trivial things on his mind and was unable to calm down and use the Purple Thunder Sword.
Controlling the Purple Thunder Sword in this situation is undoubtedly seeking death!
"Brother, I will definitely save you!"
However, Kenshin was not shaken at all by what his senior brother said. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to rescue his senior brother from the clutches of the devil!
"Go ahead, Purple Thunder Sword, just this once!"
Kenshin roared and threw the Purple Thunder Sword in his hand out suddenly.
Instantly, the terrifying electric net unfolded, and the purple thunder wrapped around it was shaking continuously.
The extremely unstable electric light flashed, as if it was about to disintegrate in mid-air.
But Kenshin ignored it and madly poured magic power into the Purple Thunder Sword that he threw out.
"Just this once, Purple Thunder Sword, help me fight!"
Kenshin growled in his heart, his eyes becoming more determined.
At this moment, a golden sword suddenly appeared above his head.
The golden sword emanated rays of light of hope, shining upon the Purple Thunder Sword.
The originally extremely unstable purple thunder gradually stabilized under the cover of golden light.
The emitted electric net was instantly collected back, and the purple thunder continuously intertwined, transforming into a giant purple thunder sword.
The giant sword slashed straight towards Xuan Ming, along with the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor who was guarding him behind him.
"not good!"
The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor let out a low roar, and purple lightning was reflected in his eyes.
The moment he realized something was wrong, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor turned into a ray of blood light and left the spot at a very fast speed.
It was too late for Xuan Ming to escape, as a dazzling purple lightning flashed down from the sky!
"what!"
With a scream, purple thunder poured down on Xuan Ming, instantly blocking his entire body.
Purple lightning snakes kept climbing on Xuanming's body. No matter how Xuanming turned his body into dirty blood, he could not escape the blockade of purple lightning.
Finally, thick black smoke rose from Xuanming's body, and the wailing and roaring sounds gradually weakened.
"call……"
The purple thunder gradually dissipated, and the magic sword carrying the nine-day thunder fell to the ground and finally turned into a ball of black ash.
Kenshin half-knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.
With his current level of cultivation, the Purple Thunder Sword that he had used up all his strength and mind had already consumed all of Kenshin's energy.
However, looking at the ashes that Xuanming had turned into on the ground, and his senior brother who had already escaped from the control of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor, Jianxin still laughed.
"Brother, I did it..."
Accompanied by a soft whisper, Kenshin's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.
"Junior brother!"
After escaping from the trap, Jian Chen had no time to think about anything else and rushed straight to Jian Xin.
He hurriedly placed his hands on his body, sensing the situation inside Kenshin's body.
After a few breaths, the tense expression on Jian Chen's face calmed down.
He could see that Kenshin was fine, he just fainted due to excessive physical exertion in a short period of time.
"Hehehe, the Purple Thunder Sword of Tianjian Mountain is indeed powerful."
"It's a pity that your junior brother Jianchen's cultivation is still slightly inferior to yours."
At this moment, the voice of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor sounded again.
As the blood light returned to the mountain gate, the figure of the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor appeared in Jian Chen's sight again.
"Blood-robed Ancestor!"
Jian Chen growled, gently put down the junior brother he was holding, and looked at the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor with murderous intent in his eyes.
Looking at Jian Chen who had a furious face, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor felt very happy.
Even though Xuanming, whom he had taken great pains to train, died under Jianxin's Purple Thunder Sword, he did not feel any regret at all.
"Hehe, Xuanming, your death is worth it to make Jianchen show this expression."
